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A Rush Of Memories

A rush of memories

I have a little sister
I do not know her name
We do share a parent
Well, that’s a bloody shame

One day I was waiting
For the dean to return
Idly contemplating
The mystic bamboo fern

Just then I saw two men
They walked towards me
I thought, what have we here…
Could this really be?

For one of these misters
Whose face resembled mine
Triggering Mom’s blisters
smarting, soaked in brine

He was daddy dearest
Someone I’d never seen
And really, to be honest
I was curious, not keen

And my father, he spoke
As we continued to linger
His voice, a croak
When he delivered his zinger

My daughter is in town, he said
She’s a very lovely girl
I listened with a frown
Seeing the mystery unfurl

He continued to rave
In words I found no lustre
Well, she was his fave
Even though she was my sister

*

Strangely I felt nothing
We were strangers in the night
Not really weird
As I now saw the light

I got back home eventually
As the day neared it’s end
I asked my folks  “guess who I met!”
And drove them around the bend

They said this, they said that
Finally implored “Do tell!”
And when I told them who it was
They chorused, bloody hell!

I found it somewhat funny
To bump into him like this
The stuff life has in store
A series of hit and miss

*

I mused over the event
I sat in my armchair, curled
I laughed, I cried, I wiped my tears
Truly, it’s a small world!

I thought about the stories
and what my Mom went through
The burning, the beating
The wounds black and blue

She carried on with life
She bore it in silence
Until a blessing in disguise
Put an end to the violence

*

She was the best a Mother could be
She showered me with love
She taught me not to hate
And be sweet as a dove

The years went by, living
She made sure I learned
That what really mattered
Were smiling and giving

She said “bear no grudges,
Vidya, there’s just one life
Enjoy each precious moment
Kindness rules, not strife.

Be strong

 

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Vidya Sury

Writer, Editor, Blogger, Influencer. I blog/create content for businesses and edit manuscripts for authors and publishers. On my blogs, I write about all the things I enjoy in life: parenting, personal development, health and wellness, books, food, travel, gratitude, mindfulness, happiness. In my free time I play with my dust bunnies and show my diabetes who's boss.

19 thoughts on “A Rush Of Memories

  1. That you tell this story without the bitterness, Vidya, is a testament to your Mom’s spirit and how she nurtured yours! ♥

    1. Ho goodness! Will you believe me if I say this is what I was palnning to comment too except may be the bitterness bit!

      Vids, the woman you ar today is the tstimony to the woman your mom was…. Am so glad I met you!

  2. Hats off, Vidya !! For blending the life’s story in such powerful words into a poetry !
    Hats off to the tolerance and tenacity with which you’ve undergone all this… 🙂
    A brilliant piece of writing..!!

  3. “I mused over the event
    I sat in my armchair, curled
    I laughed, I cried, I wiped my tears” They spoke to me as to who you are as a person. A strong woman not scared to accept life as it is and yes move on, happily with gratitude. *hugs*

  4. I agree with Corinne that you bear no bitterness as you tell this is a testament of your mom’s refined up-bringing. I salute to the brave lady.

  5. How clever you are to weave so many challenges into one masterfully told story. Bloody hell! I love that saying. Well done…this is exceptional! ♥

  6. Beautifully penned:) and the cup looks lovely! May there be many more such wonderful moments!

    And yes, I smiled today…infact the comment form made me giggle…thank you so much!!!! <3 <3

  7. ‘Don’t hate’, ‘Don’t bear grudges’, etc. are much easier said than done.
    It’s great that your mom actually did not hate and did not bear grudges after all that she went through. Not only that, she taught you to have the same attitude.
    This post, like your other posts, is full of positivity. Thank you, Vidya.

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